He leaned closer until their mouths were centimeters apart. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said calmly. “Do you want me to kiss you, Olivia?”
Sammy couldn’t believe he was doing this—it was like all reason had fled his body, leaving behind pure instinct and desire, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Reason was an overrated bastard, anyway.
The soft sounds of the movie on screen faded, and the world narrowed until he only saw the woman sitting in front of him. Even if they were out in the city, surrounded by thousands of people, she’d still be the only woman he had eyes for.
It’d been that way for nine years.
Olivia gulped, and slowly, ever so slowly, nodded.
Victory slammed into him as his mouth crashed over hers and eight years of pent-up longing exploded. He fisted her hair with one hand and tilted her head back for greater access.Fuck,she was even sweeter than he remembered. You’d never know she’d been sick. She tasted like she’d been dining on nectar and ambrosia all day.
A breathless gasp slipped out of her mouth as she pressed her chest against his and curled her hands around his biceps. He was rock hard, and he knew she could feel it because her skin had heated beneath his touch and she was grinding against him in little circles that drove him crazy.
Nothing mattered in that moment except this. Her.Them.
Sammy didn’t break the kiss as he eased her back until she was lying on the sofa and he was straddling her. His cock was ready to burst from the confines of his pants, but even in his lust-addled state, he realized they were moving pretty fuckin’ fast for two people who’d resented each other for the better part of a decade.
Whether he cared was another issue.
Olivia moaned and arched her hips up.
Lust scorched through his veins, and he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: continue kissing her senseless, pull her pants down and feast on her sweet pussy, or flip her around and fuck her until she couldn’t walk tomorrow.
Hell, it was Sunday morning, and they were both young and healthy. Why choose?
Sammy reached to tug down her yoga pants just as the sound of the doorbell blared through the house.
You’ve gotta be shitting me.
He groaned in frustration and pushed himself up on his arms, suppressing a litany of curses.
“I didn’t know you were expecting someone.” Olivia’s eyes were bright, her lips swollen from their kiss, and her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
It took all of Sammy’s willpower not to drag her into his arms again, but if his hunch was correct, their unwelcome visitor wouldn’t leave until they got what they came here for.
“I’m not. But I have a feeling I know who it is.”
He sat up and took a deep breath, forcing himself to cool down before he walked to the front door, discreetly adjusting himself along the way.
Sure enough, when he opened the door, he found his mother standing on the front stoop, her arms laden with shopping bags from Wah Sing.
“No,” Sammy said flatly.
Amy peered up at him, her brows beetling over her nose. “Is that any way to greet your mother?” she demanded with a wounded expression.
He wasn’t fooled. “No,” he repeated. “You’re not setting me up again.”
“Did I say anything about setting you up? Did I say one word before my son—the one I birthed afterhoursof labor andmonthsof carrying him, the one whom I raised into the big, strong man he is today—flung baseless accusations in my face? No.” She heaved an enormous sigh and made a plea to the gods in Chinese. “Lau tian ye,what did I do to deserve this? Such an ungrateful son. I go all the way to Wah Sing to pick up his favorite foods because he couldn’t make it to dim sum, and he won’t even let me in his house.” Her shoulders drooped. “I’m an old woman. These bags are heavy and—”
“Okay, okay.” Sammy pinched the bridge of his nose. Lau tian ye, what didIdo to deserve this?He loved his mom, he really did, but she was more dramatic than aReal Housewivesreunion. “I get it. You can come in. I wasn’t really going to leave you outside.”
Her wounded expression disappeared. “I knew I raised you right.”
Amy marched into the kitchen, where a flustered-looking Olivia stood.
“I can help with that,” Olivia said when she spotted Amy’s grocery bags.
“You don’t have to. You’re still—”